The beginning of wisdom, as the Chinese say, is calling things by their right names. (E. O. Wilson, as cited by Elizabeth J. Rosenthal, Birdwatcher: The Life of Roger Tory Peterson)

Friday, April 1, 2011

Dandelion Greens

April 1, 2010.  Thursday.
Situation:  I don my binoculars and walking clothes and take Mway out about 1:15.  It would be better to take her out later, but I have work tonight and a little extra work I have to do before that.
State of the Path:  Mway dashes into the driveway – and I wonder what she’s after, but she soon comes walking back, tongue hanging.  In the distance, a McNeighbor is already mowing his lawn for the season.  Our next-door neighbor, Bob Whatever is out in his back yard – a couple days ago he asked if he could trim back one of our black walnut trees; apparently the black walnuts fall in his McYard.  The water streaming through the old orchard has dried up, but there is still water trickling into bug land.  In the old orchard, I see a few redwing black birds and a number of brown or gray birds that, for lack of knowledge, I have been calling sparrows.  I pick up the binoculars and try to focus on one, but the binoculars do not work well with glasses, especially bifocals, so I give up on looking at any birds.
State of the Creek:  Mway wades into the creek.  I spot some white flowers below the deer stand – I look at them for a while, and conclude, whether rightly or wrongly, that they are young clover.  Next to them I see some dandelion greens – which of course make me hungry.  I find the other small white flowers down past the oaks – I would like to call them buttercups, but I will have to look through my Audubon books to study up on them.  I don’t bother going by the skating pond.  Up at the break in the ridge, I manage to bend back the sumac branch a little farther than I did yesterday.  It doesn’t matter, though, because the ground is wet where the branch was, and water still seeps into my boots.  When I look back, I see one of the lavender butterflies again – possibly a blue sulphur?  Again, I will have to check Audubon.
The Fetch:  3 fetches.

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